Dining in the street is usually accompanied with an effortless conversation with a passer-by who joins you just for a little while, lunch with someone who you know only from afar and meeting people whose presence gives you the feeling that they will not disappear from your life so quickly.
We sat like this every Friday, each of us just eating their lunch, never made exact plans for us to see each other, merely because we knew our paths would cross somehow. Just before the last concert we gave a promise to one another to find each other after beautiful music would stop playing. Robert is a simple person with whom you can find a common topic to talk about almost as soon as you meet him. Simplicity and verbosity are two of his characteristics. Funny and critically didactical, when you do not use your English in a proper manner. As we sat like this to have our last lunch and our glasses, filled with red wine, collided, we opened our hearts and our life stories got revealed. I nodded when I started to understand why his heart is so warm. I thought of myself, why is life testing us all the time, when all we want to do is hide and just peek behind dark edges of the walls. I understood when he and Lidija looked in each other`s eyes and did not say much, because death is something that speaks for itself. I would have thought that my place is somewhere among younger people, but life keeps bringing me to those who posses wisdom and depth. I let their tracks remain on my shoulders where I can look back on them when I myself have to go through an impossible challenge. In their company I simply did not want to go home. Behind that table time stood still and offered me layers of their multi-layered stories. People often open their hearts behind a table full of food and drinks, but only to those with clean and warm hands. Nevertheless, we had to say goodbye and we promised to meet each other again…soon. If you ask me, we all carry parts of certain people with us and we know that oceans or mountains or any distance cannot part us, even though a silent observer would be sure of it.
Robert is not a conductor of a classical style. In fact, I do not know much about his work and I sometimes like to tease him that he just waves with his stick to the orchestra. He does not like to be called »maestro« but no one can deny that he is a man with a masterful ear for music, subtle baton and a large heart in which he certainly does not allow everyone to enter. Man`s greatnest is measured with his humanity, not with awards and achievements. And of that he is most aware of.